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I still miss the forums posters I posted with in 2008 BYOB when I was young
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I still lay in bed and look at the little carvings in my wall that I made of their avatars, and I trace my fingers over them and whisper their usernames. At least... the ones I haven't forgotten. I hope I don't lose anyone else...
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I cradle back and forth, nausea punching my gut up so I hold my knees to my chest. For comfort I look at the sharpie marks on the wall behind my bed. My login credentials for the Zybourne Clock Project forum. Rex... Where are you mister Meteorite? We need you now mor ethan ever.
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Mar 15, 2017 03:00
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I look under my bed, at the Barbie and Ken dolls except they wear little paper masks printed with Awful Yearbook photos of Bick and Alex the Grape. I pull them out of their boxes, I can play with them. They bicker, and then... almost. They almost kiss. But almost always turns in to more bickering. Ah, yeah. That's the stuff. This feels like home.
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Mar 15, 2017 03:02
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I write posts to Professor Booty asking for music recommendations on little pieces of paper that I fold up in to airplanes and I throw them out the window, and I watch them drift out over the ocean. They eventually dip and fall in to the water, none of them can make it past the horizon. Stuck here in this hell, just like me........
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